Incognita

Just for a space I met her – Just for a day in the train! It began when she feared it would wet her, That tiniest spurtle of rain: So we tucked a great rug in the sashes, And carefully padded the pane; And I sorrow in sackcloth and ashes, Longing to do it again!

Then it grew when she begged me to reach her A dressing-case under the seat; She was “really so tiny a creature, That she needed a stool for her feet.! ”Which was promptly arranged to her order With a care that was even minute, And a glimpse – of an open- worked ...

Incognita

Just for a space I met her – Just for a day in the train! It began when she feared it would wet her, That tiniest spurtle of rain: So we tucked a great rug in the sashes, And carefully padded the pane; And I sorrow in sackcloth and ashes, Longing to do it again!